Kabhi Haan, Kabhi Naa

I think that is the name of some movie but this post is not about that.

This post is about confused people. Confused lovers, actually. 'On and off' relationships as they are called. Sometimes sweethearts, sometimes strangers, and only they know which stage they are in at any given point of time.

I have witnessed it happening in a few friends' lives and I feel amazed by how they handle the whole uncertainty about their so-called 'relationship'. They seem to get so used to breaking up and patching up over and over again that it becomes a routine and really doesn't matter.

There's a whole drama of repeatedly deleting and re-adding each other on their Facebook lists, as if that makes any difference. And a melodrama about finally making it work 'this time around'.

Paulo Coelho writes in one of his books: "Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time."  I think this has a lot of truth in it, and would like to add that anything which happens thrice keeps happening over and over again. Which is the case with 'on and off' relationships. If someone can ditch you thrice, I really don't know how you can give the person a fourth chance to once again dump you. It seems like sheer stupidity.

But then again, perhaps love is supposed to be stupid. Perhaps I am no one to judge how many times people delete and add the same person on their Facebook lists and their lives. Perhaps they just have a lot of time to spare for the ridiculous exercise! And perhaps there is even an element of fun in the whole 'kabhi haan, kabhi naa' (sometimes yes, sometimes no) game which I am totally overlooking. After all, life is an adventure, and perhaps there's nothing like the excitement of not knowing when someone is going to walk out/walk back into your world! Besides, when you are in the 'off' stage, you are always free to flirt and hook up with other people, which kind of gives you the best of both worlds - casual flings AND commitment. Talk about having your cake and eating it too, right? :P

Blah, Whatever! 

Why do people change?

When I was in sixth grade, I had a best friend who suddenly decided one day that she didn't want to talk with me anymore. She apparently had a problem with the fact that I shared everything about our friendship with my mom. Like for example, if we had a fight, I would talk to my mom about it. Before you judge that, let me remind you that I was just eleven years old. It's normal for eleven-year-olds to confide everything in their parents, right? At least it was at  that time.

Recently, another friend decided that he doesn't want to talk with me anymore because - well, probably because we are too different and don't understand each other at all.

In both cases, that is, right now and all those years ago, I felt hurt in quite the same way. I don't think it is right for friendships to end arbitrarily, even if they are formed arbitrarily in the first place. Yet so many times, they do. Because people change.

Most of my school friends today live in a completely different world from mine; they are into partying and drinking and casual relationships, all the things that scare me and I have vowed to stay away from. Plus, we are on separate continents so have no common frame of reference I guess.

Yet I still miss them so many times. Random events remind me of different people I have known and sometimes, it is just out of the blue that I think of them.

Because even though they have changed and time has changed and life has changed, what we shared once upon a time can never change. It is all fixed in frozen snatches of memory that come back to make me smile ever so often.

Having arrived in a new city just over a month ago, I am still in the process of making new friends. And every time that my new friends and I share fun/interesting moments together, I remind myself to enjoy the experience as much as I can for there's surely going to come a day when I will look back and miss it all.
Recognizing the fact that people change has sensitized me to the importance of cherishing every moment you spend with them.

Before I came to Hyderabad, I was really looking forward to it because I have a friend here whom I wanted to spend more time with. Six weeks since arriving, I have only met the friend twice so far. This would ordinarily have upset me but I have learned not to mind too much. Perhaps they are busy, or perhaps they are too much in love with their significant other to make time for me. Of all the reasons why people change, the worst is when it happens because of love. When someone gets a boyfriend/girlfriend, why do they tend to neglect their friends? It is something I will never understand, and something I will never personally do if I ever get into a relationship.

Love and friendship are two separate things, but sometimes they overlap so much that it becomes difficult to decipher which to give more importance to. In the quest of making romantic love blossom, it is perhaps normal to somewhat forget the people you share another kind of bond with - your friends. I don't think love should change anyone to such an extent but have seen it happen innumerable times. Suddenly, all the talks of always being there for each other are forgotten because you are only there for the person you love.

And then a day comes when the boyfriend/girlfriend leaves you and you suddenly notice your friends again. And the beautiful part is that they are still there, to lend a shoulder or an ear.

Because friendship is not fragile like love.

At least, it's not supposed to be, in my opinion.

Yet often it is. Again, because people change. 

Magic Moments

Life is full of them, don't you think?

That anxious minute when you search for your name on the acceptance list of your dream university and actually find it there, the whole length of it, so you're sure it's really you and no namesake.
That bubbling build up of excitement as you pack your bags to leave for another city, where you will live your dream, far away from everything familiar.
That bittersweet, tear-choked moment of farewell, when you hug the people who mean the world to you, knowing it's going to be a while before you see them again.
That satisfied feeling of closure when you bid adieu to the people you know you're definitely not going to be seeing again, 'coz they're so not worth your time anymore.
That jolt of energy when your flight takes off for the unknown city, and you see your hometown sprawled below you, getting further and further away.
That skipped heartbeat when the plane at last touches down at your destination, and you anticipate stepping out into a whole new life.
That surge of pride when you first walk into a prestigious campus, knowing you have worked so hard to get here, been so patient, so resilient.
That burst of inspiration you feel when you sit in your first class, enjoying it like no other class in your life, and you once again thank God for helping you make it here.
That rush of joy you feel every time you make a new friend in a land of unfamiliar faces.
That happiness that spreads within you whenever you find like-minded people. People who share your views, have experienced what you have, agree to the silly things you say, and don't pass judgement even if they don't.
That anticipation of attending a party with people you barely know - the drama of planning what to wear, how to do your hair, and whether to paint your nails or not.
That precise point of time when you let go off your inhibitions and let the music take over you, drowning all your thoughts and feelings and objectives, taking you to a nirvana that only music can bring.
That precarious moment when a guy asks you for a dance, for the first time in your life, and you accept, without thinking - almost on autopilot, suddenly feeling prettier than you usually believe.
That fluttery feminine feeling you get when you twirl around to the music and find yourself happier than you have been in a long, long time.
That high that creeps over you as you relate to people and feel the beginnings of a friendship forming, friendships you know are going to last a lifetime.

Perhaps our every day is sprinkled with magic moments. But we are usually too preoccupied to notice. After all, magic is perceived impossible, and it takes a lot to notice something impossible, doesn't it?

The Fab Tab

Big enough to be useful, Thin enough to be light. The Samsung Galaxy Tab 750Is something you won't let out of your sight. 
It's sleek yet ultra strong,so you need not handle with extreme careIt will always be your companion, Immune to wear and tear. 
High speed that will help you wrap up work in a jiffy Smooth operation that will make your life so easy. Visual effects that will leave you speechlessAnd HD Sound that is simply the best. 
The Tab will have you entertained, no matter where you are. There's an app for almost anything, age, sex, interests no bar! 
With so much packed in one, the fab Tab's a real treasure. It would enhance life no bound, whether used for work or pleasure! 


*This post has been published for the IndiBlogger Samsung Mobilers Contest. Please visit http://www.samsung.com/global/microsite/galaxytab/10.1/index.html to read more about the amazing Samsung Galaxy Tab 750.

And click HERE to read my previous post about the launch of the Galaxy Tab 750.

Bruises

They need not necessarily be black or blue or purple or ugly shades of yellow and green. They need not be visible at all. In fact, perhaps the kind that hurt the most are the unseen ones, the ones that mar your heart and mind and soul and other places deep down inside which even you don't know much about. The ones that can be caused by a vast range of situations: By betrayal from a loved one, or the loss of someone special. By a friend walking away from you or a trusted one letting you down. By unspeakable evils like abuse or blackmail. By facing rejection or bearing dejection. So many reasons to feel bruised, in this world, aren't there? And they knock the very life out of you, don't they? Or at least sap you of something essential, like your joie de vivre, which leaks out discretely, dissolved in that sacred fluid they call 'tears'.
Yes, they take a lot from you, the bruises. Leaving only a dull, echoing emptiness. Or something close to that.
Even if the bruises serve as reminders of all that you have survived or teach you important lessons of life, they still hurt, right?

And you think to yourself every minute of every day, surely 'there's a better place than this emptiness?'
Well, no. There isn't.
'Coz death is not an option for the brave at heart.
And if you've been given the gift of life, you better be brave at heart, my dear. No matter how vast the emptiness, how severe the pain, or how ugly the bruises. Love them for they are evidence that you have loved.
And don't you know, that to love is to live?
Take care.


Tune mere jaana, kabhi nahi jaana
Ishq mera, dard mera
Aashiq tera 
bheed main khoya rehta hai.
Jaane jahan
pucho to itna kehta hai
'And I feel so lonely...
There's a better place than this emptiness'

*By the way, for those of you who don't know, the whole tragic 'story' about Rohan Rathore was fake. I just like the song these days, that's why I structured a post around it.

Nothing Left to Say

Do we all have certain people in our lives, who after a certain point, are neither friend nor foe? People we have nothing in common with yet can't really let go off either.

People who have damaged us so frequently and so irreversibly that we will never trust them again yet not forget them either.

People we have been close to, or so we thought, only to realize that we hardly mean anything at all to them.

People we care for but can never count on in our own times of need.

People who never understand us or always misunderstand no matter how we try to explain?

People who we want nothing to do with yet can't shun for they continue to mean so much to us?

People we want to say so much to yet don't because it wouldn't make any difference at all.

People we want to start over with yet won't because our own ego ends up being humiliated every time we try.

People we wish we could hate yet continue to love despite the nasty ways in which they treat us.

People whose pain brings us sadistic pleasure just because they have hurt us over and over again, albeit unintentionally.

People who have lied to us and let us down and bestowed upon us horrible memories that still bring tears in the middle of the night when we can't sleep.

People we feel we should not have known for they were never meant to be ours.

People we should discard from our lives but who somehow remain an inseparable part of it. 

Yes, perhaps we all have such people around. 

People we have nothing left to say to. 

Except perhaps a silent, inconspicuous 'Goodbye'.